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Handcuffed to the bed legs spread mystifying and complying in every scene sewn deep into a memory   seashelled into this heart   washing away with the outgoing tide echoing earnestly where our worlds go to hide   light on light dripping through the night word swallowing word another candle burns I blow   heat flickers into a faded breath bent over and spent she comes back to life

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Date: 4/12/2018 2:38:00 PM
- A wonderful poem, Tim :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 4/11/2018 9:09:00 PM
WOW WOW WOW... Timmy!
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Date: 4/11/2018 10:13:00 AM
This beats being in the back of a police cruiser.
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Date: 4/11/2018 6:56:00 AM
ohh err Mr Smith it's a little early in the morning for 50 shades of grey (not that I've read it or seen the film lol) got to say i do love that second stanza:-) hugs jan xx
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